Travel through the heavens

The woman was in her twenties, about 1.7 meters tall, and dressed in black, looking very heroic. She was very beautiful, but her expression was cold and frosty, with a temperament that kept people away.

Fang Muye only felt a gust of fragrant breeze passing by his nose, and the woman had already approached and stood in front of him.

The woman glanced at the dozen people opposite her, and couldn't help but frowning. She pointed her cold eyes at the leading man and asked in an aggressive tone, "Tong Xinghu, what are you doing?"

Tong Xinghu's face tensed, and he pointed at Fang Muye and said, "Yu Qingxue, this outsider injured my people. This matter has nothing to do with you, so don't meddle in other people's business."

Yu Qingxue snorted coldly, and her already icy expression became even colder: "Tong Xinghu, it was your people who got into his purse first, so you deserve to be beaten. You know the rules my eldest brother set for this street."

Damn it, you mentioned Yu Qingfeng to me again!

Tong Xinghu cursed in his heart, but said: "He is a foreigner, and he beat my people. If I don't teach him a lesson today, I will let him go. If the news gets out, I, Tong Xinghu, will have no face to hang around in the streets of Jizhou."

Yu Qingxue asked coldly: "You broke the rules of this street, but have you ever thought about my brother's reputation?"

Tong Xinghu's eyes flashed with viciousness, and he said bitterly: "Yu Qingxue, I'm going to take care of this outsider today. Even if Yu Qingfeng comes, he won't be able to protect him."

"Tong Xinghu, you are not qualified to argue with my big brother. With me protecting him, you can't touch him." Yu Qingxue said coldly.

Unexpectedly, Tong Xinghu burst into laughter: "Hahaha, you are protecting him? Yu Qingxue, is this stranger your wild man, or are you attracted to this stranger? Although he is handsome, a man who is protected by a woman, aren't you afraid that he is just a useless man who only looks good?"

Having said that, an obscene expression that everyone could understand appeared on his face. He kept looking back and forth between Fang Muye and Yu Qingxue with strange eyes, and a group of men beside him also laughed in unison.

Ever since Yu Qingxue arrived, Fang Muye, who had been left aside like an irrelevant person, glanced at Tong Xinghu when he heard what happened: Hey, why are you making personal attacks?

Yu Qingxue couldn't help but flash a trace of shame and anger on her face when she heard this, and she shouted, "Tong Xinghu, today I will teach you how to speak human language."

After saying that, he ran to Tong Xinghu and kicked him in the face.

Tong Xinghu turned sideways and raised his left hand to block Yu Qingxue's right kick. Unexpectedly, Yu Qingxue twisted his waist and kicked out with his left foot like lightning, kicking him in the chest. Then he took advantage of the momentum to do a backflip and landed steadily on the ground.

Yu Qingxue showed a disdainful expression on her face, and said mockingly: "Tong Xinghu, your hand skills are not as good as your mouth skills."

Tong Xinghu took two steps back, his chest aching. He had suffered a heavy loss at the feet of Yu Qingxue right from the start, and he could not help but get angry and ashamed. However, he knew that he was no match for Yu Qingxue alone, so he waved his hands and yelled at the younger brother next to him: "Damn it, what are you still standing there for? Come on!"

Fang Muye looked at the two parties who were already fighting, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: It seems that I am the main culprit? This woman looks cold and frosty, but I didn't expect her temper to be so hot and she started fighting so quickly. But to be honest, this woman is really good at fighting, and she is practicing Xingyiquan.

Fang Muye was never willing to let a woman stand up for him while he stayed out of the matter. While Yu Qingxue was dodging, Fang Muye pressed her shoulders and whispered in her ear, "Girl, why don't you let me do it?"

After saying that, he didn't know what was wrong with him, but he actually blew into Yu Qingxue's ear.

Yu Qingxue felt a wave of heat coming from her ears, and suddenly it was like a thunderbolt, and she stood there in a daze. Fang Muye's figure flashed, and he rushed into the crowd like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Fang Muye stretched out his left hand and grabbed a wooden stick that was swinging towards him. He chuckled and punched the young man opposite him in the nose with his right fist.

The unlucky guy on the opposite side was immediately beaten all over his face, with snot, tears and blood mixed into a mess, and he fell down with his head tilted.

Fang Muye swung the wooden stick he had just snatched with his left hand, swung it 90 degrees, and smashed it hard on the neck of a young man on the left.

This young man originally wanted to launch a sneak attack. Seeing that the wooden stick in his hand was about to hit Fang Muye's head, a sinister smile was already on the corner of his mouth, but suddenly a sharp pain and a feeling of suffocation were transmitted to his forehead. His eyes went black and he fell straight down.

He knocked down two men in a flash, then quickly squatted down to avoid several wooden sticks swung from behind. At the same time, he made a thunderous sweeping move. The four young men behind him had no chance to dodge and their calves were broken and they fell to the ground, holding their legs and wailing.

The sweeping kick worked. Fang Muye half-crouched, swung the wooden stick in his left hand, and hit a man's right knee. The man immediately lost his balance on his right leg and knelt on the ground with one leg. Before he could react, he was hit hard in the face by a punch and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Fang Muye supported himself with his hands, turned around, and stood up. In the process, he kicked a young man in the chin. With a "crack", the man fell to the ground with his head down.

Tong Xinghu had been waiting for an opportunity to make a move. When Fang Muye just stood up, he swung his fist at him from the side.

Fang Muye clenched his right fist and turned sideways to take the jab that Tong Xinghu was sending towards his ear. After a "bang" sound, he opened his fist and clamped Tong Xinghu's fist, which was shrinking back due to the severe pain.

There was a sound of crackling bones all over his body. Fang Muye's leg strength, waist strength, and arm strength came together. The strength in his hands increased by a hundred pounds in an instant, almost crushing Tong Xinghu's bowl-sized fist. Then his right leg quickly bounced up and kicked Tong Xinghu in the waist.

The poor child star Hu's body weighing over 100 pounds was kicked into the air, and he fell to the ground with his waist limp, unable to stand up again.

Fang Muye completed this series of actions neatly and efficiently. In just a dozen breaths, he knocked down nine opponents including Tong Xinghu.

The remaining three young men held sticks in their right hands, but their expressions were as dumbfounded as wooden chickens, standing there in shock. Fang Muye glanced over, and the three of them took a step back in fear, with fear in their eyes.

Fang Muye asked with a teasing look on his face, "Do you still want to fight?"

When the three heard this, they immediately threw the wooden sticks in their hands to the ground. However, they did not dare to say anything else. They just shook their heads like rattles.

Fang Muye's expression turned cold, and he shouted, "Then why don't you get out of here!"

The three of them turned around and ran, but after taking just two steps, they were stopped by Fang Muye.

"Wait!" After the three turned around in horror, Fang Muye pointed at the people on the ground and said, "Are you guys going to ignore them?"

The three men understood what was happening, and hurriedly helped the injured people on the ground and fled together in panic.